“Fuck, we can’t do this here.” He’s right, but I only press myself tighter against him. I don’t know what it is about Bronco, but it feels so right with him.

A knock on the door has both of us freezing, and the only sound is our heavy breathing.

“Walker?” Nina’s voice sounds from the other side of the door. It’s a reminder that I’m at work and the staff are arriving. The doors will be opening soon to customers, and I’m in my father’s old office moaning like a buckle bunny.

It’s the cold splash of water that I need.

Chapter Twelve

Bronco

I let out a growl of frustration as I release Tracy and go to the door. The last thing I want to do is have her for the first time in this office, and I need to remember that. All I’ve got to do is keep my hands to myself until we can get the hell out of here. Fuck it, I might just take her in my truck if I can’t make it until then.

“What?” I bark as I pull open the door at the same time.

“Well hell-o, Bronco Layne. Nobody told me the best ride in the state was mounting tonight.” The woman standing there with a Circle C beer shirt looks me up and down and then licks her lips.

“Nina,” Tracy says as she comes up from behind me. She holds out what looks like a banking bag and a set of keys. “You’re on cart seven tonight. It’s all stocked.”

I back away from the door, but Nina keeps her eyes on me as she steps farther into the office and ignores Tracy.

“You know I used to watch you when I was a little girl. You’re the first cowboy I ever had a crush on.” She leans forward like she’s sharing a secret. “Why don’t you follow me over to cart seven and I can tell you all about it.”

She touches my forearm, and it shocks me so much that I yank my arm back and bang it on the filing cabinet behind me.

“That’s enough, Nina,” Tracy says, and there’s something like anger in her voice.

Nina laughs and tosses her hair over one shoulder. “Take it easy, Trashy. I’m just being friendly.”

“What the fuck did you call her?” My voice is cold, and I take a protective step toward Tracy.

“The stand opens in ten minutes,” Tracy interjects. “I suggest you get out of here or I find myself another beer girl.”

“Fine,” she huffs as she takes the bag and keys. “You know where to find me, Bronc.”

As soon as she’s gone, I turn on Tracy. “Are you seriously going to let her work after her calling you that?”

“She’s always been an asshole, but she knows the job, and the guys here love her.” Tracy shrugs and looks away.

“Hey,” I say, and when she doesn’t look up, I touch her chin and turn her face to meet mine. “I don’t like someone talking to you like that. And I’m not having someone on the payroll that doesn’t respect you.”